So I cheated on You

I did not sleep on the couch because I was angry – Because I wasn’t. I did not sleep on the couch because I couldn’t make it to my bed – Because I could. I did not sleep on the couch because there was a spider in my room – Because there wasn’t. And I won’t be. And I can. And there won’t be. I slept on the couch because it doesn’t know me – Like my bed. It does not know when I cry – Like my pillows. Or what I dream of – Like my sheets. It does not know I am afraid of the dark – Like my headboard. My couch is a stranger. Its a wiling stranger with no weapons to judge. I didn’t mean to abandon my bed. But there are only so many strangers before everyone knows – you. Infidelity is a unforgiving word – So don’t string those letters together. You know me When I cry What I dream of You know I am afraid of the dark. There is nothing more to know – Thank you for loving me. But now I need a stranger.